I hope she would understand, he’s not the only one. I don’t get it, do you enjoy being hurt. I know you smell the perfume, the make-up on his shirt, you don’t believe his stories, y’know there’re all lies, but you stick around, and i just don’t know why. I know your pain is painful, and it’s tearing me down. I wish I could gather all my tears, so I could fucking drown that mother fucker in them.

.. and this I come home t, this is my shelter. I’ve changed a blogsong today, it means something, well, at least t me.

Lastly,
laugh when you can, appologise when you should. let go of what you can’t change. kiss slow, play hard, forgive quick. take chances, give everything and have no regrets. life’s too short t be anything but happy.